Saturday, June 07, 2014

Just One of Those Days

©2014 by Annabelle A. Udo

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There are days when I can’t write a damn thing and there are days like today where my mind is rambling with emotions, words, songs—if I hold it back it comes across as a very loud, internal silence. Today is just one of those days—a day that brings up a swell of nostalgia—really missing my childhood, thinking about things I could’ve done differently, better, when I was younger. Yet, at the same time when I do reflect, I feel that I had a great childhood because all I can think about are things like roller skates, my banana seat bike, the smell of balmy evenings, running around until my hair was plastered with sweat. These are all things that mean so much to me but all tucked away in a void called the past—that deep somewhere that I can no longer experience but is only alive as a memory. 

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Midnight Musings

©2013 by Annabelle A. Udo

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The bat spreads its wings and we know it’s midnight. The moon appears and its reflection floats silently on the water. Time moves slowly — quickly — and the hourglass is on its last grain of sand. The lonely distant, baritone thunder rolls through the quiet of the desert as the train in my head travels in many directions, visiting places that I’ve felt strongly about but know they are only alive in my past. They are places of vague childhood memories where I try so hard to jump back into scenes of a home movie that flickers in the dark — these places, they exist, yet don’t exist. . . and so I keep following a trail that leads me to a dream. Keeps me young in old times. Keeps me moving when the world is still. Keeps me at ease amidst hardship.

Thursday, March 07, 2013

Harana: The Search for the Lost Art of Serenade

©2013 by Annabelle A. Udo-O'Malley
(unedited version from AsianWeek.com posted on March 7, 2013)

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In 1999, American guitarist Ry Cooder released the groundbreaking film “The Buena Vista Social Club,” directed by Wim Wenders. The movie follows Cooder as he attempts to bring together forgotten masters of Cuban music and record their artistry for posterity. In “Harana: The Search for the Lost Art of Serenade,” Florante Aguilar, a Bay Area-based classical guitarist sets out on a parallel mission to assemble some of the last practitioners of the Filipino musical form known as harana, or serenade.

Known traditionally in old Philippines as a form of courtship music, the main instruments used in harana are voice and guitar set off by habanera-style rhythms and melancholic themes of love’s forlorn pleadings. The film brings back the spirit of old school romance through this amazing journey that begins with Aguilar’s own personal calling back to the Philippines upon receiving word of his father’s death.

Having left the Philippines in 1986, after the overthrow of the Marcos regime, Aguilar’s visit after more than a decade, soon becomes a serendipitous trip that takes him far into the bucolic regions of the Philippines where he finds some of the masters of this vanishing art form of musical courtship. Replete with amazing views of the Philippines, “Harana” captures a little-known musical style that reveals the soul of a complex and multifaceted country—one that innocently encapsulates the nostalgia of a time when harana—not texting—was the way to woo someone in a simple, yet, intensely meaningful way.

“Harana is universal. Serenading is universal,” Aguilar explained in a 2007 interview with AsianWeek. “It’s essentially a declaration of love. In a lot of ways we do haranas in our own way. We all have a harana in our soul and I think the best way to express this is through a song—especially Filipino harana.”

The film’s poeticism truly unfolds with conversations Aguilar has with the three manongs (elders) who represent the truest practitioners of this evanescent custom. Between 40 and 50 years ago, they were active participants of this once-popular Filipino courtship tradition. Their services were so highly sought-after that 15 serenades in a single night was a common affair in their respective provinces.

Felipe Alonzo, learned many of the songs performing in zarzuelas, live comic operettas performed in the town plaza; Celestino Aniel’s style was reminiscent of crooners such as Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole, a style that was adopted into harana during American occupation in the 1940’s; and Romeo Bergunio, a first-place harana singing contestant in a competition for seniors in his hometown of Cavite, learned from his father and grandfather many olden songs not often heard on the radio, thus preserving the songs completely through oral tradition.

“I vividly remember those days that to this day is very much alive in my thoughts the songs bestowed upon me by harana,” said Bergunio in the film, “Those are the only ways we expressed our secret love—through glances, song, and conduct.”

As a result of Aguilar’s long search for master haranistas they collectively emerged as “The Harana Kings” which lead to major performances at such places as the Hollywood Bowl in Los Angeles and Busan South Korea. Unfortunately, Aniel passed away last year and did not have the opportunity to see the completed film. Directed by Benito Bautista, founder of Wanderlustproject Films and an independent San Francisco filmmaker, “Harana” induces many teary-eyed moments with a storyline that is sure to quantum leap viewers to simpler times.

“Harana: The Search for the Lost Art of Serenade” screens at this year’s CAAMFest on Saturday, March 16 at the Pacific Film Archive Theatre, 2626 Bancroft Way, Berkeley and Sunday, March 17 at Sundance Kabuki Cinemas, 1881 Post Street, San Francisco. For more information visit www.caamedia.org. The CD “Introducing the Harana Kings” is available at www.florante.org/discography.

Friday, May 04, 2012

San Francisco International Film Festival Closing Night

L-R: Deen Castronovo, Neal Schon, Ramona Diaz, Arnel Pineda, Jonathan Cain, Ross Valory
©2012 by Annabelle A. Udo-O'Malley
(revised from original version, posted on AsianWeek.com - May 4, 2012; photo by Annabelle A. Udo-O'Malley)

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There’s always something interesting about the power of the red carpet — a kind of alchemy that happens and brings it to life when celebrities take their magical ride down the crimson path. The cameras flash and people move about in anticipation to get a closer stare in this ultimate activity of people watching.

The historic Castro Theatre was bejeweled with the drizzle of San Francisco mist. A giddy audience waited in anticipation for Neal Schon, Ross Valory, Jonathan Cain, Deen Castronovo, and Arnel Pineda to take their walk. For Journey, the legendary Bay Area rock band to be at the San Francisco International Film Festival’s closing night, it was an important evening not only for the festival but for themselves having gone through their own journey (it’s an over-used pun, but it really works). They have triumphantly returned to their Bay Area roots and evolved from the all-American, big-haired 1980’s band and revamped fortuitously into an international one.

The addition of Philippines-born Pineda, who joined the group as its new lead singer in 2007, prompted veteran filmmaker Ramona Diaz to create an unparalleled rockumentary that she describes as a good story that she just couldn’t pass up — and it was a good thing she didn’t. Pineda’s rags to riches ascension to fame is chronicled in “Don’t Stop Believin’: Everyman’s Journey”, which showcases his atmospheric vocal acrobatics but also his humility amidst a similar platform that he now shares with renowned boxer, Manny Pacquiao.

When asked who has the tougher job, him or Pacquiao, Pineda laughed and said with his signature ear to ear smile, “He does—he’s fighting for his life—I’m fighting for the music!” Pineda choked up onstage during the post-screening Q&A when he reflected about how supportive his band buddies have been (who bowed exaggeratedly to him when he treated the audience to a spontaneous a capella) and credits them for where he is today. “I have always had lot of things on my mind. I was always scared what might’ve happened—maybe tonight, the next night. I had to be strong. But the bottom line is — I did it.”

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Sabado Funk

©2009 by Annabelle A. Udo

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My mind swirls with no destination--a journey endlessly plummeting towards darkness. If my heart were truly fulfilled my spirit would be bouncing joyously on a gargantuan heavenly mattress as if a child jumping in one of those inflatable castles on her birthday. Emotions rise and the stillness of the air becomes a maddening symphony of thoughts--trumpets blowing out of tune, broken bows on violin strings--I remind myself to breathe now. These rambling events in my head make me miss this moment, places me in torment, and time marches forth into time, unfolding like lapping waves slowly tearing down the glass left on the beach and turning it into sand.

I am alone although I stand amidst a population of a gazillion. I am a square that has a circle of friends. I am in silence muffled by screams. I am sad although I have awakened to the sun of a new day.

I remind myself to breathe now--be thankful for the moon that will bring rise to a new night.